You couldn't tell by looking at her, however. Matted, her fur stunk like the pits of the marshes and her fur clung onto rib bones peaking like a hidden doorknob under a rug. There was little that Mammon could recall from her childhood, mixed in with her constant delusions. She could not recall the faces of her siblings, her mother, but she briefly recalled her father, and the stories he filled her head with.

A jungle. A jungle of decay, a home that should have been hers but wasn't. At the time, she believed that she deserved it. Now, she could not fathom that such a place was real. Inside, there was a Queen that had ruled, with red eyes and the power to shake mountains and they were red they were red theywerered -

When Sinuatia fell, Mammon hid. When others left, Mammon hid. A child, feeding off scraps, living off lizards, barely escaping to see the sun. In her last moments at her own home, she was buried in the mud, heartbeat faint and body buzzing. She snapped her eyes shut, but the buzzing became louder. The shadows behind her lids began to coalesce. At first, they were shapeless, meaningless, but soon they molded, and then the color bled in, and it was red, it was red it was red -

She could not recall bursting from that den, snapping and snarling and screaming. She could not recall leaving. She could not recall the countless days and nights, wandering aimlessly, running from a memory that was far from real. She could not recount the amount of times she had collapsed from exhaustion. She barely recalled reaching the borders of Gemini, collapsing once more, heaving, eyes open, in agony that she could now barely feel.

He had stayed to himself recently. Too ashamed to show his face to his family, too ashamed to face the questions about what had happened between himself and Zeke. Too ashamed to face the reality that he had become a monster, just like the face of the poltergeist that had cornered him on the cliffs edge. He had become something terrible, something monstrous, and had harmed his own kin, his family, the thing he had sworn to protect. They had forgiven him, of course they had they were too good. Corrosion had decided, for the time being, to keep to the outskirts of the pack, keep himself away from others for the time being.

It was better for everyone that way after all.

He stayed along the wall, skirting it as a lifeline. His baby fat had finally dropped, and he was growing muscle in it's place, filling out in places that were mostly fluff before. His fangs barely stuck out from beneath his jowls, but they were still there, barely visible until he bared them outright. He had grown, physically, mentally, but he still wasn't ready to face them.

So along the wall he'd stayed, it was quiet there, usually anyway, lifeless. Until today.

As he skirted the wall, an odd, sort of decaying smell carried on the wind. Perhaps a dead animal lay on the border to Gemini, something he could snack on perhaps. Curiosity got the better of the lion maned wolf, and he trotted in the direction of the smell, but when he arrived at it's source, it was not what he expected.

It was matted- dreadfully so, and smelled as if it hadn't bathed in months, years maybe. Corrosion wrinkled his nose, and couldn't tell if this thing was dead or alive. Until it took in a ragged breath, Corrosion, walked carefully around to the front of it to see the eyes wide open, struggling, no words came from it's mouth, but it was obviously calling for help. "Who.. are you?" He wanted to say what, but from the front it resembled the form of a wolf, or a coyote maybe, he couldn't tell with the stench. "Can you walk? I can try to get you to some water or something." By the looks of it though, this wolf-dog-whatever was on the brink of death, and Corrosion doubted it could walk.

He narrowed his yellow eyes, and dropped down to eye level, "If you promise not to do harm, I'll carry you if need be... all I want to do right now is help you." He blinked waiting for some sort of reply-

She did not hear him approach. Instead, she heard wings flap. The arrival of a reaper. He began speaking.

She was not completely unexposed to auditory hallucinations. She experienced them, albeit rather benignly, as a child when she was at the peak of her health. And as she deteriorated physically and mentally, with both age and mistreatment, they only increased in volatility.

Dimly, she assumed to be experiencing one now. At first, she tried to will it to disperse on its own, and left out a gurgling, unrestrained growl. The wolf was wise to be wary of her - although she could not do much, there was nothing but hostility in her bones. If she was able to stand, she would have probably ripped into him. The fantasy danced in her head, and for a moment, she felt it, power in her limbs. His head began to split, and she was staring down something amassing a sickle-shaped hydra. Valiantly, she pondered that although the odds were bleak, she had fought worse.

He offered her help. The growling stopped.

A trick. It was a demon, then, with red eyes the size of saucers. It had to be. She would not let him think she was a fool. Hoarse, her voice came out strained and violent, perhaps more than a little delirious and slurred. By now, she hadn't spoken to anyone throughout most of her life.

In any other scenario, perhaps Corrosion would have called for help, for a healer perhaps, or someone who knew how to treat someone near death. But something restrained him, this soul he'd keep for himself, perhaps as a reconciliation for his terrible deeds, it may have been selfish on his part, but he needed this. And this near-corpse seemed to need it too.

Corrosion heard the unsupervised growl that the dirty heap of fur let out, and he did keep his distance. Even a snake could still bite with it's head cut off. He knew what injured animals were capable of when cornered. He wondered if it even understood what he had said, if it spoke, if it was dumb or deaf. There were many factors to put together in this scenario, and not many of them turned out positively.

Though when he did crouch to its level, it decided to speak- or what sounded like speech, though to Corrosions ears it was more of a croak, not much help in determining if it was a male of female, but he'd figure it out eventually.

"Sh..ow... m-m...e.... y--our... eyes."

He lifted his head, pulled himself up into a sitting position, keeping his eyes narrowed. "Why?"After all this, dragging yourself to the border of a land that could have been one that slaughtered you on sight, why are my eyes important? Why not ask for a healer, or help, or some food (god knew she needed it), why ask to see his eyes? To gauge them out? To stare into them to see his true intentions?

Curiosity tugged on him, and reluctantly, he lowered his head, keeping his distance, to the others level, and looked into their red eyes. Yellow eyes burning brightly with curiosity.

It had seemed that, whether due to her isolation from others, or maybe due to her lack of consciousness of herself as real, or perhaps still, that stubborn, gnawing coil of being born from a narcissistic mastermind, once crowned as royalty, that the very concept of being questioned, of being asked why she did or demanded the things that she did was beyond her scope of conception.

Instead, she remained silent, breathing rather harshly through her throat and nose.

She could hear the creature approaching. Her breathing increased in noise. It was most likely audible to her visitor, and yet here she was. Her eyes felt wide open, although they were barely slits, as she watched with anticipation the likes of which you'd expect from a toddler seeing the man at the carnival game taking down the largest stuffed animal to give to her. If she was able, she'd probably be wagging her tail, the excitement, the rush of obsession of seeing what she sees in her head but for real, tangible, touchable. And indeed, she was able to let out a croak of a laugh, a huff of something resembling approval.

His eyes met hers. She locked into them, staring. They weren't red. They weren't red.

They were sunlight.

And with that, Mammon went limp, eyes closing, body exhaling a ghost from her lungs. An exorcism, if you could believe it.

Molten red eyes locked onto his lighting yellow, and for a moment there was tension in the air, but it released as soon as she let out a long held breath and went limp. Corrosion sat there for a few moments, contemplating on what he should do. This wolf was obviously not well, both physically and mentally. Slowly he pulled himself up away from the ground, and glanced over his shoulder to see if anyone was nearby to help, but it seemed he was alone in this strange endeavor.

He was by no means a ranger, and had no right in accepting anyone into the pack, let alone knowing how dangerous strangers could be after recent events, still, she looked more then half dead.

Narrowing his eyes, and letting out a long sigh, he would make up his mind. This girl was his responsibility now, he found her and said he would help her. Perhaps he should've waited, but then if he waited who knows how long it would have been until someone came along. Bending down, he'd grab onto her nape, trying not to hurt her, he'd begin to drag her into Gemini.

She was light enough, and it was easy to move her, it just wasn't his choice of transportation. He'd much prefer her to walk beside him, but with her kind of.. unconscious, it was a bit difficult. They were lucky that Gemini was full of small reclusive places that had waterfalls, and sources of water. Taking the dead weight, he backed into the water, pulling her with him, until it was up to his knees, and when he felt it was right, released her nape.